Abyss Demon of All Realms

At the very least, it can be regarded as an upper-middle level among many human planets.

Logically speaking, the living standards of the residents here should be pretty good.

But the upper-level rulers here are very perverse and violent.

Their favorite way of entertainment is to watch the scenes of gladiators fighting each other or fighting monsters.

The pain and struggle of each gladiator is their best drama.

Angron Talke, this name was given by the upper-level dignitaries after Angron was forced to kill others in his childhood.

The former word represents the son of the mountain, and the latter word means that he is the property of the Tulk family.

He didn't know his specific identity.

Ever since he climbed out of the metal object containing himself and became conscious in a true sense, the first thing he encountered was a battle with a group of alien races in the deep snow-covered mountains.

It was a bunch of guys with long ears.

They are athletic and tough to deal with.

As for the reason why the other party would attack him, Angron didn't know.

He only knew that his first battle was extraordinarily difficult, and he almost died at the hands of those alien races.

And the bad luck didn't let him go. At that time, he was seriously injured and dying, but he was very unlucky to be picked up in the arena and became a gladiator.

And thus began a life of misfortune.

Thinking of this, Angron's eyes turned red slightly.

It wasn't from sadness, it was more from physical pain.

Back then, ever since he had passively become a gladiator, he had won bloody duels with him.

He is called the undefeated.

During that time, he was always looked after by an old gladiator named Ernomouth.

The other party taught him many things, and he also regarded the other party as his adoptive father.

For him at that time, it was like a bonfire on a cold polar night, making him feel warm for the first time in his life...

But after he won another duel in a certain duel.

For the sake of fun, the upper-level dignitaries forced a life-and-death duel between Angron and Ernomouth amidst malicious mockery.

For this kind of thing, Angron naturally refused on the spot angrily!

In order to punish Angron for his refusal, the irritated upper echelons forcibly performed a nerve surgery called Butcher's Nail on him.

This kind of cruel psionic implant surgery will cut through the victim's skull and cut away a large amount of their brain tissue.

Then, a large number of special cable-shaped nails similar to ropes are implanted in their brains, spine, and central nervous system.

Those deformed and cruel objects, just like the hair of a ghost, will replace part of the victim's brain, stabbing the victim continuously from the nerves, making him immersed in anger and madness!

And, as long as other emotions are generated in the victim's brain, the sting will continue to intensify.

That feeling.

It's like there are countless barbs carrying high temperature and electric current, running freely through the nerves!

It can be described as extreme pain!

Even, even without prodding Butcher's Nails, over time.

Those butcher's nails that penetrate deeper and deeper into the body will also amplify the tingling sensation infinitely, and then kill the victim bit by bit...

But after being forcibly performed the Butcher's Nail surgery.

Angron, who was in a state of madness, was thrown into the room of Ernomouth by them.

After he barely regained some sober consciousness, he only saw himself covered in blood and the fragmented Ernomouth...

Even though it had been many years, every time Angron recalled that scene, he would stimulate the Butcher's Nails in his body over and over again, making him feel so much pain under the double torment of his mind and body.

Today it is today.

Angron had already escaped from that hellish duel field, and became the leader of a rebel army.

Although this rebel army had only a few thousand people in its heyday.

And now it is in the final stage of being encircled and suppressed, only a dozen or so remnants of defeated generals are left lingering.

But Angron still didn't regret it, and even felt that it was good to die with the glory of a warrior.

Of course, it would be even better if some people from the Tulk family could be killed...

At this time, he looked at the subordinates beside him who were seriously injured, and even too hungry to raise their weapons.

Angron endured the sharp pain caused by the Butcher's Nail, and thought for a while.

So he used the small knife he carried with him to gouge out a large piece of meat from his arm, then cut it into pureed meat and fed them to them one by one.

Facing those subordinates who were unwilling to eat, Angron sternly shouted:

"Eat it!

In this way, it will take a while to have the strength to continue fighting, and then die with honor!

Instead of dying miserably with weak hands and feet like a poor soft-legged shrimp! ! "

In this way, Angron nodded in satisfaction after recovering some of their strength.

However, at this time, relying on the warrior's intuition and the instinct brought about by countless escapes, he keenly sensed the change in the surrounding airflow!

Without the slightest hesitation, Angron held up the weapon with blood in his hand, and stabbed towards a certain position next to him!

next moment!

Before he could straighten his hand, he stabbed the weapon completely.

An arm wrapped in golden armor forcibly held his wrist.

That kind of huge power, just like heavy machinery, made it impossible for the sharp blade in Angron's hand to move forward!

Obviously, the opponent's strength is far above his.

But before Angron could make the next move, a calm voice appeared in his ears:

"NO.12, although I don't know what to call you, you should be able to feel the connection between me and you."

Although the voice was very strange, the strange thing was that the moment he heard it, Angron subconsciously had a strange thought that he should listen to the other party.

Feeling this way, he turned his gaze to the face of the owner of that arm.

Majestic, sacred.

This was the feeling Angron felt in his heart after seeing the other party for the first time.

Moreover, he didn't know if it was an illusion, but in the opponent's body, he seemed to see a perfect version of himself in a trance.

This feeling made Angron feel extremely uncomfortable.

He couldn't help asking: "Who are you?"

"I am your creator, and the special feeling between you and me is the proof."

Faced with the Emperor's answer, although he did not see any actual basis, Angron instinctively felt that what the other party said should be true.

"Then what do you want to do here?"

The emperor let go of his grip on the opponent's wrist, and replied solemnly:

"I need your help, I need you to conquer the planets for me.

In return, I promise you a mighty legion built in your image, and you will command endless power and glory. "

Hearing this unexpected answer, Angron froze immediately.

Then, he immediately laughed exaggeratedly, and after a while, he looked at the emperor with disdain and said:

"That kind of thing, I have no interest at all. I have lived on this planet since I was a child.

Today, I will also die on this planet with my companions. "

Faced with this answer, the Emperor's face revealed a slight displeasure.

He could feel that the NO.12 Primarch in front of him had a feeling of disgust towards him, and there was a strange thing in the body of the opponent, which made the opponent who was supposed to be perfect, present a defective product the quality of……

Another ten minutes passed.

The emperor, who had been unsuccessful in many conversations, returned to his battleship with a feeling of displeasure.

Angron endured the sting from the Butcher's Nail, and looked at his bewildered companions not far away and said in a low voice:

"Get ready, the battle is about to begin!"

He could feel that the troops sent by the upper echelons were approaching rapidly, and he was far from being the opponent's opponent.

At this moment, perhaps it was because he felt that his death was approaching.

Angron suddenly felt more relaxed than ever before.

In a battleship in outer space.

Looking at the screen, there were thousands of times more soldiers than Angron and the others, wearing power armor and holding power weapons, about to make direct contact with them.

After all, he was the emperor who couldn't stand the meaningless and complete destruction of his important creation.

Condensed his spiritual energy.

Forcibly transported Angron, who was leading his companions to fight the enemy, into the spaceship.

And Angron, who was in the same place with his companions one second, and came to a strange place the next second, was also very surprised when faced with this situation!

It wasn't until he saw the Emperor that he realized what had happened.

At this moment, violent anger appeared in his heart irresistibly!

Angron yelled frantically, "What have you done! They need me! My companions need me!"

The sharp blade at his waist was pulled out by him directly, pointing at the emperor!

He sternly said: "Let me go back quickly!!"

While speaking, from the corner of his eye, he saw on the screen of the battleship that his companions were being slashed and killed by vicious enemies at a loss of their leader!

Blue veins burst from his forehead in an instant!

The guards around looked at Angron who dared to raise a sharp blade to the emperor, without any hesitation.

Just try to join hands to capture it!

Angron, who was furious, swung his sharp blade with all his strength in the face of those imperial troops who dared to pounce on him:

"Quick!! Let me go back!!"

Just a short ten seconds.

Relying on the strong physical fitness brought by the Primarch, the surrounding Custodians suffered casualties.

But in the next moment, an extremely huge psionic energy was applied to Angron's body, making him unable to make any movements anymore.

It was also at this time that under Angron's ferocious gaze, the last rebel soldier on the screen died tragically under the enemy's butcher knife with a face full of astonishment!

His confused eyes, like a brand, were deeply imprinted in Angron's heart.

He seemed to hear the other party asking why he suddenly disappeared.

"Why!! You can save them easily, why do you choose to sit on the sidelines with a flat face??"

"I am the Emperor, and my mission is to save human civilization!

On a planet, the actions of the pitifully small number of rebels against the slave owners are not worthy of my extra attention, I hope you will know how to choose..."

Faced with such a direct answer full of contempt, a huge sense of humiliation instantly filled Angron's heart:

"I should have died in Nukria, but you have ruined my glory!! Angron is just a wraith!!"

The emperor restrained him with his own spiritual power, threw him into the recuperation cabin, and replied:

"So what? For the plan I made for you, one wraith is enough..."

Chapter 508: The Game